A path with heart
Standing on the edge
Looking on
Dark shadows shroud
The path
Those who would happily
Drag me down
Waiting to take
My hand
Following for a
While
Truth revealing itself
In darkened halls
I do not wish
To dwell
For though at
Times
My soul grows
Weary
Darkness offering
Such sweet embrace
My heart overflows
This blinding
Light
I no longer
Can deny
Ⓒjillterry
Wordsmith Extraordinaire 
I keep returning to this poem; I really like it. My words won’t do it justice, so I must leave it at that; just that it pulls me back.
Nicely done Jill.
–Pearl